Missy's birthday

Today is my baby sister's birthday.
Hard to believe she is hitting this milestone.
Being that I am a good southern gentleman, I will not disclose her age.

Gentlemen NEVER ask a lady her age.  Its just not polite. 

I remember the day my mother brought Melissa Carrie home to our single story brick ranch home in Hill Ridge subdivision just outside of  J-town, KY.  Our house on Samoset Court lay on top of the old corn fields on the ridge, the very same family farmland owned by her family for several generations of Hites.  She brought her only daughter back to the house she had dreamed of having on the Hite family farm. This is where she and my father Gerald raised her and me, along with our brother Shannon.

(My grandfather's family did not let him split off any land for his 13 children.  Instead they sold the family farm to developer Don Ridge.  Later mom and dad went in and bought the house we grew up in!)

Melissa Carrie Mullins was brought home from Suburban Hospital a week or two after she was born.
She was a premature birth and they kept her there for a few weeks if I recall.  My sister and I have a unique relationship.  I feel it is my responsibility to remember the small details about our mother for my sister.  Our mother Evelyn died from complications with a brain tumor when we were all very young.  Missy was six when she died.  We didn't have it easy but the three of us got through it with our dad and the love of an amazing family.  Like myself, my sister was provided with some wonderful women who filled that role of a mother.

Amazing how God works huh?

Like my mother and father, my sister Missy is an amazing athlete.  Tonight on this wonderful birthday she is off doing what she loves best, playing volleyball!  She's a tall girl and really good at it.  I talked to her tonight and she told me that she was playing in an important game against a #1 rival team. 
I could not imagine her doing anything less than what makes her the most happy on this important day.  For this I am truly grateful and know that somewhere our mother is watching over her, so very proud.

With love to you my sister.

Your big brother Gerry.